"I beat people so hard that my hands are sore. Rong Hui moved her sour hand, and she said calmly: "Are you done?"

The monk who was beaten by Rong Hui was stunned, "You... How are you okay!"

In the temple, the cultivation of any monk is higher than that of Rong Hui, and her cultivation is mediocre, but she is safe and sound.

Suddenly, all eyes were focused on Rong Hui, and she was drowned in a sea of hot eyes and incredulous gazes.

Like the Baiyue people, the Xuanyuan people also have secret techniques to deal with divine envoys.

The monks who were locked up in the temple to draw their blood gritted their teeth at those madmen.

There was no door in front of the cell, but they could not move an inch.

Because, except for the arms, all monks have rubber tubes for blood transfusion on their backs, spine, waist and abdomen, and flanks of the neck, but they are more secretive and difficult to find out at the first time.

Rong Hui was about to speak, but Yongdao let out a sneer and answered in her place.

"Idiot, she has mountains and rivers on her, and the formations in the temple are useless to her. ”

The man's voice was inexplicably confident, a sense of superiority that everything was under control.

Rong Hui squinted, gathered her gaze and looked into the depths, in the darkness she only saw a vague shadow, the shadow was virtual and real, extremely illusory.

Rong Hui and everyone said in unison, "What is Shanhejian?"

"Don't pretend. The shadow in the darkness writhed violently, "I smelled that smell from the moment you stepped into the temple, this temple is the masterpiece of Liuxianjun, if it is not for the breath of Liuxianjun, the moment you enter the door, you should be bombarded by the formation and faint, what else is there besides Shanhejian." ”

The mountains and rivers are the orthodoxy of heaven.

Mountains and rivers, listening to artifacts such as Qiankun are rarely known.

Rong Hui quietly probed, "The Immortal Jun in the mouth of the Taoist friends, but the ancestor of Qingcheng Mountain in Shuzhong Liuxian Jun?"

At the mention of Liuxian Jun, there was a rumbling sound from the depths of the corridor, and the temple seemed to have been hit by a heavy object, trembling violently.

Rong Hui was unsteady on his feet, and he took a few steps back.

There was a suppressed roar in the darkness, "Don't show him in front of me!"

The old god of Rong Hui was saying: "You mentioned it yourself, and I don't know what mountains and rivers to learn." ”

"Then why are you okay. The shadow hidden in the darkness rioted and twisted, "Don't try to lie to me, I won't be fooled." ”

Rong Hui took the opportunity to divert the topic, "Fairy sword, flowing clouds." ”

As she spoke, Rong Hui glanced at the monk who had betrayed her whereabouts.

The monk's neck was cold, and he shivered and moved to the corner.

Rong Hui didn't remember what sect this monk came from, and took out many words from his mouth that he didn't know whether they were true or false.

For example, all the sect disciples who entered the ruins of the burial place of bones tacitly wanted to quietly get rid of Rong Hui in the ruins and take the Liuyun Immortal Sword and give it to the Qingyun Sect.

The strength of the Sword Spirit Sect cannot compete with the Qingyun Sect, the Immortal Sword fell into the Qingyun Sect, and the Sword Spirit Sect is powerless to take revenge.

To appease the anger of the Sword Spirit Sect.

The sect that killed Rong Hui launched a substitute for the dead ghost, and the Qingyun Sect promised the Sword Spirit Sect a little benefit again, and after a long time, the resentment and anger would disappear.

A flawless plan.

Rong Hui didn't believe it all, but he didn't believe it either.

Qingyun Sect, as the head of the three thousand sects in Central Continent, is rampant, and it is generally fair to have a bowl of water in the contradictions of the major sects.

The two out-of-body realm powerhouses of the Qingyun Sect died in the hands of Rong Hui, and it was normal for them to suspect it, after all, she had been an out-of-body cultivator, even if what was revealed on the outside was only the Qi Cultivation Realm.

After Rong Hui thought of his guilt, he was narrow-minded.

Then contact what the monk who betrayed him said, and pushed everything to the Qingyun Sect too deliberately.

Rong Hui began to reflect.

While thinking, the man in the darkness snorted coldly, hid his figure, and no longer paid attention to Rong Hui.

He ignored Rong Hui, but Rong Hui wanted to know more about Liuxian Jun from him.

Before that, Rong Hui summoned Liuyun and stood with a sword, "I am here not only to see you, but also to help you fellow Daoists get out of the sea of suffering." ”

"What are your skills?" everyone in the temple looked at Liuyun and had their own thoughts, "The Qi Cultivation Realm with the Immortal Sword is not the Qi Cultivation Realm?"

Rong Hui knew that this group of unruly monks would not agree easily, so she stepped closer to the monk with a blue nose and swollen face, and raised her hand.

Flowing clouds shimmer with silver light.

The monk pulled his neck and yelled, "It's useless! There's a curse on the rubber pipe, and I'll die if it leaves my body!" Auntie, I want to live another five hundred years......

The Xuanyuan people used the blood of the monks to transform it into long-lasting fuel.

The monk also survived on a rubber tube engraved with a curse-free one, and his own cultivation was also sealed by the curse.

The last monk who was about to be drained from the human army could have lived for a few years, but he could not bear the torture of the passage of life, and extubated with all his strength, and died violently.

When Rong Hui calmly swung his sword, he pinched the magic trick to remove the curse on the rubber pipe.

Wisps of vicious black lines were burned to ashes by the true fire of Samadhi of the fiery heart.

"Whoa. ”

The rubber-thick rubber tube of his thumb was torn off the monk's arm, and he fell to the ground weakly, shouting, "I won't die..."

The complaints came to an abrupt end.

Sensing the power of returning to his body, the monk got up ecstatically, "I'm not dead, I'm not dead!"

Like a drop of water in a pot of essential oil, the temple suddenly boiled.

Rong Hui lit the light of hope in the hearts of the hopeless people who escaped.

Rong Hui pressed the monk who was so happy that he got carried away, "I want to be paid for saving people, you swear a big oath in your heart, you will obey me in the ruins, and you will not take away a single grass or tree or even dust and soil in the ruins, and this seat will ensure that you leave safely." ”

The monk hesitated for a moment, then immediately spoke.

What honors [ ] bits, none of them matter to be alive.

Rong Hui stood in the middle of the corridor and said lightly: "You know the conditions for me to save my life, and if you want to get out, squeak." ”

Most of the monks are unwilling to die without freedom, and almost no one can refuse the temptation of freedom.

The temple of Xuanyuan people is too impregnable, no one has appeared from beginning to end, no one has stopped it, and Rong Hui's plan to save people is extremely smooth.

Eventually, she made her way to the innermost cell.

The lifeless black fog was so thick that people couldn't open their eyes, and the cold and biting ghostly aura blocked the entire cell.

Rong Hui irritably split the ghost qi that blocked his vision, and a cluster of samadhi true fire burst out from his fingertips.

The true flame of samadhi that burns everything is as faint as a burning candle in front of a cursed cell.

When he approached the cell, Rong Hui discovered that it was the only cell with a railing in the temple.

The material of the railing is millennial black iron.

The dark iron is engraved with dense curse marks, and it is roughly estimated that there are at least more than 100,000.

Each one is extremely vicious, a glance at Rong Hui feels dazzling, disgusting, inexplicably irritable and crazy, the whole person is like a balloon puffed up by negative emotions, negative emotions continue to drill into the body, she has a headache, the whole person is on the verge of explosion.

The man in the dark stared at Rong Hui for a long time, and stepped forward curiously, "I didn't explode and died, tsk." ”

Rong Hui endured the discomfort, and the golden spiritual power converged on the tip of the Liuyun Sword, and she carved a clean path in the darkness, and then cast an enchantment to isolate herself from the cursed black shadow.

The monk who was recuperating outside the barrier stretched his neck and looked at the barrier, unable to see or hear anything.

Rong Hui looked at the cursed man, who was only left with a humanoid silhouette, "What do you call it, do you need help?"

"White line one, knowledge and action are one. Bai Xingyi leaned his head against the wall, "Liuxian Jun gave Liuyun to you, you must have obtained the inheritance of Liuyun Peak, as a test item carefully selected by him, and asked me if I wanted to help, hehe." ”

Rong Hui couldn't see Bai Xingyi's appearance, and his appearance against the wall was very melancholy.

Rong Hui was stunned, "Experiment?

She always felt that Liuxian Jun did not give the mountains and rivers to the Qingcheng faction, but was very suspicious of herself.

If you use yourself as an experiment, at the expense of mountains and rivers, it will inevitably be too big.

Bai Xingyi hated Liuxianjun, and naturally didn't have a good impression of Rong Hui, "I heard later people call this the ruins of the burial of bones, the realm created by the gods, and the temple is a cage built by Liuxianjun himself, who do you say is the creator god of this ghost place?"

Stay in the immortals!

If it were someone else, it would definitely follow the line of thought of Bai Xingyi.

Rong Hui smiled but did not speak.

She didn't sense any aura in this person.

But Bai Xingyi's words have a fascinating demagogic power, and the gods unconsciously make people go down with his thoughts.

If Liuxian Jun really had that great ability, he would not have built a cage here, but destroyed this ruin.

Therefore, the creator God could never be him.

The person who can be imprisoned by the Immortal Monarch is by no means extraordinary.

Rong Hui wanted to save him because he wanted to learn more about the secret of Liuxian Jun from his mouth.

It is not yourself who knows you best, but your enemies.

"Let's count it on the head of Liuxian Jun. Rong Hui was kind and seductive, "Bai Xingyi, I don't know how you were trapped here by Liuxian Jun, this is the only chance you can leave, hurry up and choose when you have a choice, don't regret it." ”

After solving the matter of Baiyue, Rong Hui intends to completely destroy the ruins full of evil.

The monk's practice is dangerous, and he should not interfere with it.

The ruins of the buried bones exist against the sky, there are dead and lifeless, and it is too late.

Bai Xingyi insisted on stubbornly, and Rong Hui didn't care about his life or death for the sake of the overall situation.

"Hmph, you go back and tell Liuxian Jun that I said that Fairy Rong Cao will definitely come to save me!" Bai Xingyi sneered, "I will wait, even if the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, the old man will wait for her to save me." The day Fairy Rong saves me will be the day he dies!"

"Fairy Rong Cao?" Hearing his own name from Bai Xingyi's mouth, a trace of surprise flashed in Rong Hui's eyes, and then he smiled: "Fairy Rong Cao doesn't know you, you have no cause and effect with her, how can I save you?"

Rong Hui recalled carefully, and there was indeed no Bai Xingyi in his memory.

"It seems that you have a lot of relationship with Liuxian Jun, and he even told you about Rong Cao's female fairy. Bai Xing stood against the wall, his black head looked at Rong Hui from top to bottom, and sneered: "I don't even let go of my appearance, it's ridiculous, it's ridiculous." ”

Rong Hui got a lot of useful information from Bai Xing's mouthful.

For example, Liuxian Jun knows her.

The problem is that Rong Hui has only been 400 yuan so far.

Liu Xianjun and Bai Xingyi met, both of them were monks thousands of years ago, and it was impossible to know her hundreds of years later.

"What so much nonsense. Rong Hui frowned and said: "People Rong Cao doesn't even know that you are A, B, C and D, open your mouth and close your mouth to let her come to save you, I owe you a word." ”

As soon as Bai Xing saw Rong Hui turn around and want to leave, he simply asked him if he was just a formality, and said in a deep voice: "Come on, help me out, I'll do three things for you." ”

Rong Hui turned around, "Your price is different from theirs. ”

Bai Xingyi wondered, "What's the difference?"

"They are trapped in the temple by the people of Xuanyuan Kingdom, but you are cursed and extremely difficult to understand. Rong Hui held Liuyun in his hand and said without hesitation, "I'll save you out and do things for me for three hundred years." ”

The cold voice carried a toughness that could not be refused.

Bai Xingyi turned around on the spot and dissolved into the darkness.

Rong Hui said lightly: "It is also the meaning of Rong Cao Fairy." ”

"What do you have to do with Fairy Rong Cao? Bai Xing rushed out of the darkness when he heard Rong Cao's two words, "What proof do you have?" ”

Prove that I am myself?

Rong Hui was stunned.

The Dharma Token is not there.

Several immortal swords of the main body are in the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion.

Rong Hui thought about it carefully, and there was no foreign object that could prove his identity.

"Rong Cao and I are very close. Rong Hui's fingertips condensed a spell she had learned when she was young, and her intuition told her that it worked, "It's proof." ”

The moment the two rows of entangled golden spell marks appeared, Bai Xing held his breath, his pitch-black body stiffened, "Rong Cao..."

Seeing this, Rong Hui put away his spell, "Three hundred years later, I will set you free." ”

Bai Xing looked at Rong Hui in a daze and nodded.

The Liuyun sword will split the curse railing, and Rong Hui condensed the sword array and motioned for Bai Xingyi to come over.

Bai Xing looked at Rong Hui intently, and jumped into the sword formation without hesitation.

After the golden light, the curse wrapped around Bai Xing's body exploded in an instant, revealing his true face.

The black-haired young man's obsidian-like narrow and beautiful phoenix eyes revealed a faint melancholy, and he was looking at Rong Hui faintly at this time.

His thin lips pursed slightly, and something was faintly moving under his white and cyan skin.

Rong Hui looked at Bai Xingyi, who had a melancholy expression, thinking that he had a deep hatred with Liuxianjun, and when he sensed Liuxianjun's breath, he would jump like thunder.

Bai Xingyi has been haunted by the black curse all year round, and the clothes on his body have been completely shattered.

He stood naked in front of Rong Hui, his handsome face crimson.

Rong Hui calmly threw out a set of women's clothes, "Put it on." ”

There is no shortage of cultivators in the immortal cultivation world who want to take shortcuts.

Every time Rong Hui leaves the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion, she can always 'bump into' a few top-notch male cultivators and send them to the door, what hasn't she seen?

Rong Hui has a bad temper, and when he encounters someone who is naked and sent to the door, he hits him directly without saving face.

Gradually, there are fewer beautiful male cultivators who deliver to their homes.

Without a curse to hide his face, Bai Xingyi seemed very shy, and he turned his back and walked out of the black fog wearing an uncomfortable skirt.

Rong Hui removed the enchantment and let the person with the highest cultivation use the land shrinking and inching technique to return to Baiyue.

"Fifth Elder, you're back. Cai Ling, who was instructing people to farm the land, looked at the mighty group of monks in the distance and smiled: "Who are these people?"

Rong Hui said succinctly, "Farming." ”

Cai Ling: "......"

Five Elder Lu Ziye.

Is it okay for the leaders of the major sects in Kyushu to come to Baiyue to farm?

Everyone swore a demon oath, and dared not speak out about Rong Hui's arrangement.

Farming is farming!

The monks vented all the anger on Xuanyuan's side in the spiritual field in the blessed land.

Rong Hui stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the seedlings in the field that were urged by everyone to grow with spiritual power, and was happy.

Ronghui is a harmonious rural idyll.

At the junction of Baiyue and Xuanyuan, the war was raging.

Adema looked at the sea of fire behind her, which had been razed to the ground by Regulus, and held her scepter alof.